Time slows I doze. In a bath of cream and ink a vacant girl smiles, and all aroundHer toys move. The water is crazy blue. The water is crazy blue. Above, nineDoves water her with sleep. There's a stripping child show, and from the ceilingThumbs snow. The sky is crazy blue. The sky is crazy blue. Croquet-Sunday, andAll the balls I sink are really sunsets so all around me night flies. The stars areCrazy blue. The stars are crazy blue. Dreams mean my brain's on break. It takesMy day and starts to say a fable. A no rules game, rearrange reigns. Takes myWhims and swims circles 'round sense. Cockroaches climb the clocks and theCuckoos are all Jewish. We're naked except for the plaided patch you're stitchingInto my groin. "Don't stop me," you say, "this is something I've been needing toDo for a long time." "All right," I reply. Then I'm kissing you in a long blue boat;It's a plastic yacht, with Chicanos on deck. They bail the jellyfish from the boatAnd then drink it. "It's the only way to keep them from stinging the tourists," oneMan says. The air is icy-cold, but we are happy, we are getting married. Now it'sThe desert at dusk. The sky is blue chrome. I pick one sequin from your dress andThen kiss it. I put the sequin into the sky. "That's my star," I say. "And I'm yourCowboy."